git along, little dogies

The new PT rehab program, designed to heal my hamstrings, is quite a workout in its own right. Consisting of mostly balance and agility exercises, it’s an unfamiliar approach, but I’m willing to try it for a few weeks. With any luck, it will work better than what I’ve been doing: stretching after kung fu workouts and weight lifting sessions, without any progress in flexibility for months.

Herds of girls overtook the north sidewalks of Langdon Street as I drove home this evening. I don’t know if they’re current sorority members or prospectives hoping to make the cut, but damn, there sure were a lot of them walking toward the Union. It was quite a spectacle…wranglers on horseback with 10-gallon hats and bullwhips wouldn’t have seemed out of place.  Maybe I’m just bitter because they wouldn’t let me into I Felta Thi.  Something about my legs being too hairy.  And being a guy.